She ran her fingers through the messy bun she whipped her hair into, facing the mirror, she planted a small smirk that promised mystery on her face. She was about to go out with her friend and wanted to make sure that she did not look as sullen as she always did.
Afterall, Christmas was supposed to be a fun occasion right?
She strutted out of her dormitory leaving a faint hint of her perfume lingering behind her. Moving with quick, purposeful steps she climbed the curved stairwell that led to the floor above the dungeon where her house, slytherin was situated. As she focused on walking as fast as she could to their meeting place, she had a split second heads up before she crashed into the red cloaked figure in front of her.
Determined not to appear as the fragile girl she was often mistaken for due to her height, she straightened her back and blew the hair that had escaped her bun away from her face.
As she mustered up one of her nastiest remarks, she narrowed her dark eyes and was about to retort angrily when her dark brown eyes locked with the clear blue orbs of the gryffindor before her.
Wow, his eyes remind me of the sky.
Those words flashed through her mind almost instantly.
She remained silent her jibe at him stuck in her throat. Rather than embarrassing herself by opening and closing her like a spastic goldfish, she firmly shut her mouth. Assessing her reaction, the blue-eyed gryffindor flashed her a winning smile and said, "whoops sorry, didn't see you there." Gathering herself, she rudely replied, "well maybe next time you should watch where you walk, not everyone appreciates those flashy red cloaks clogging the stairs" with that she strutted off, her early smirk replaced with the early beginnings of a snarl. 'Oh what a prick', she thought. 'he had nice eyes though' she grudgingly conceded.
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